It was Andrew’s idea to trade the girls.

We’d all been out by the dock as the sun went down. The fire was roaring, the wine was flowing, and the sky had fully darkened when he said, “You have a beautiful wife.”

I was feeling a nice warm buzz, and I laughed. “You do, too. Monica’s quite the looker.”

“And Jenny is a beauty.”

I raised my glass to him, and he did the same in return.

“Ever think about trading places for a night?”

I didn’t catch his real meaning at first, but then I realized what he meant. I was surprised to find I was intrigued instead of jealous.

“Never have before, no.”

“Shame. I know Monica would be game for it.” He lit a cigar, and I heard the women... Read More